creatures veiled by night, following things that aren’t right, and they’re tired and they need to be led, but you’ll scream and wail ’till you’re dead.

but give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am.

beaten battered cold, my children will live just to grow old, but if i sit here and weep, i’ll be blown over by the slightest of breeze, and the weak need to be led, and the tender are carried to their bed, and it’s a cold and pale affair, and i’ll be dammed if i’ll be found there.

but give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am.

it’s funny that the first chords that you come to, are the minor notes that come to serenade you, and it’s hard to accept yourself as someone, you don’t desire, as someone you don’t want to be.

oh give me to a rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am, oh give me to the rambling man, let it always be known that i was who i am.